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| » Age: 22 » Species: Human Cultivator » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Allies and those with interesting martial powers to spar with. » Preferences: N/A » Interests: Saber cultivation. Military strategy. » Bio: Sect leader of the Qinghe Nie and one of the primary generals of the Sunshot campaign. Thrust into leadership young, he has had very little life outside of that for the past three years. His seize-the-day approach applies to everything and everyone, particularly when there are mutual sparks. He especially loves to get worked up and worked out. | ||||
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I feel it! :highfive:
Date: 2021-06-07 12:07 am (UTC)[It's a rough-voiced complaint, and he's still frowning, but he is listening. And he's agitated. Can't help but be agitated. Mostly it's worry directed at Huaisang. Because he can see the shape of what he's telling him, and he doesn't like it one bit.
That and the grief is what finally gets to him.]
Songs and melodies. Fine.
[The 'fine' is not dismissive but rather a firm acceptance, accompanied by a decisive nod. He'd not been training more than a moment, hasn't even broken a sweat, so with a quick seal he sends Baxia to rest against one of the racks at the edge of the courtyard.]
Warning received.
[Then, however, he hesitates, very much uncharacteristically. As much as they both have and have not been around each other since Mingjue first arrived, Mingjue knows he's partially to blame for that distance. This Huaisang is older, vastly more scarred, and different, and Mingjue cannot bring himself to treat him the same he would the barely sixteen-year-old brother he'd left behind. He's caught in a limbo between his instincts and the evidence of his eyes.
But what he wants is to hug is brother until that horrible look of grief goes away now that he know that this isn't an immediate thing, thathe has to puzzle over it later. His brother takes priority, and so after that little pause, he reaches roughly out to offer a hug.]
and he's crying again hahasob
Date: 2021-06-09 07:45 pm (UTC)He swallows hard before closing the distance between them, flinging his arms around Nie Mingjue just as he'd done that first day he'd seen him at the diner. He's trembling a bit; speaking of what had happened, even in cryptic metaphor still hadn't been easy on him. But if it helps his brother be any safer, bringing those painful memories back to the surface after finally starting to put them to rest will make this one last sacrifice on his behalf worth it.
He buries his face in Nie Mingjue's shoulder and lets himself cry. Maybe if he sheds enough tears, the horrible fear and anxiety he's lived with for so long will finally leave him. It was finished. He doesn't want to keep living in constant fear, turmoil, and misery here, too. After a bit, he pulls his head back, wiping at his eyes with a sleeve.]
Be careful, da ge. I don't think I could take losing you a third time. Not until it's time for either of us to go home again.
[The sea could call them home at any time, he's discovered, and he's already preparing himself for that eventuality.]
Ahha, whoops. /slides you a very short tag here, too. Tho now one might be done/almost done?
Date: 2021-06-27 06:17 pm (UTC)I will. I promise.
[Huaisang will know he's good for a promise.]
Take care of yourself.
done now, I think!
Date: 2021-06-27 08:19 pm (UTC)[He echoes, lingering a long moment. They're both different from the brothers they'd last seen but after living alone with only memories, both happy and horrible, to sustain him for so long, it's just nice to held by a version of his brother that isn't so consumed with rage that there's nothing left.
Once he feels steady enough to let go, he wipes his face with his sleeve. He gives one last worried look before turning to head back to his rooms.]